I'm downstairs among the practice rooms. I am doing laundry and practicing. Realize the washer is done. Walk back to the laundry room. Stop. I see the midsection of someone coming, so I pause to let them by. No one comes. Curious I step forward again.
I saw my own reflection in a glass door and didn't recognize myself.
That's just weird.
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